Four of us went to the Philly '99 show, but only three of us had tix. It was our immediate goal to find our buddy his entry pass! After walking around the lot for about two and a half hours, we had nothing.  At this point, we had fifteen minutes until showtime.  So my buddy says, "guys, go in without me...I'll just hang out in the lot, and see you after the show" We walked down the road feeling bad, but there was really nothing we could do. 

We went in, and minutes later, Trey's first licks came pounding out. Before we came in, we told our buddy what section we were in, so that if he did get in, he could find us. Well, after about an hour or so, there was no sign of him, so we all agreed that he must have never gotten a ticket. At set break, we all raced for the pisser. As we are walking down the stairs, who do I see standing in the corner...our long lost buddy. 

We had a joyous laugh as we realized that he had in fact made it in for what turned out to be a stellar show. The icing on the cake? While he was searching around the lot (after we went in), he bought a bag of boomers and a dime off some guy, thinking he would have three long hours to kill in the lot. Minutes later, after ingesting the shrooms, and while smoking the joint, he found that ticket, and ran in as security was closing the doors. Needless to say, we found him all banged up!

 - Brad